The road is at the foot, the dream is in the distance

Mr. Lu Xun said that hope doesn't matter whether there is no road or not, just like there is no road in the world, and if there are more people, it becomes a road. If you have a dream in your heart, the road is at your feet. In fact, every season, there are some familiar steps. Recollection of the path tramped by the feet, the secluded mountains and fields of fragrant grass, containing the dream of half-waking, encouraging the restless heart to explore farther away and seek the truth in the dream.

Can not find the rain in May, but also spread the broken ship in June, the boat in the water, dreams rippling on the shore. Also want to travel around the world, but also want to find a pure land. Sometimes, holding a book, walking through a long alley, how much I want to wander, how much I want to pursue my dream. If that is the case, wouldn't it be beautiful to watch the nature perfect twistbread and enjoy the fusion of the mountains day and night? Unfortunately, the dream is too far away, the road has been strange, the setting sun has fallen asleep, I am still me, the world is so big, I really can not find a pure land to place my soul. How much disappointment, a moment of sadness, sometimes, walk on the lost road, sometimes smile on the disappearance of the crowd. But on the way to find a dream, the storm that bothers me is finally gone, and after the misty rain, there are rainbows from time to time. Those who leave footprints, harvest experience, will be a new memory, the wind can not blow away, the rain can not disperse, fog all over the mountain without annoyance, because the bright is far away, the dream is at the foot, yearning is in the heart.

Once plucked up the courage, out of the heart of the city, because of cowardice, lost a lot, no longer ask. Cross the horizon, find a dream, think about life in a strange country, and talk about memory. Now think of, the dust is scattered, but it is another beautiful scenery, although come later, but give people a spring comfort, suddenly pick up freshness, so that the dream is better conceived.

That time, I climbed to the top of the mountain, and that time, I was in the company of birds. Therefore, in the world, the heart is full of longing, eager to receive the sun, taste the spring scenery. Become bosom friends with plants and trees, and tie the knot with colorful butterflies. In order to leave some memories when the season is gone, I embarked on a lonely journey. Because I know that there are beautiful stories, charming scenery and beautiful dreams in the distance.

I have forgotten what the mountain is called and what color the stone is. In this way, carefully walk through every step, the steps have become old, without the glory of the past. Occasionally I can see three or five pedestrians passing by, but they just leave quietly. Sitting on the smooth stone, looking at the vast forest, the spread of the fragrance of flowers, floating across the mountains, in front of the eyes is a thick green. I finally climbed to the top of the mountain, so tired that I was out of breath and took a big breath of fresh air. Pause for a moment, look from afar, on the rugged stone, the branches and vines around the trees, dense, heavy green, like the waves of the sea, one layer after another, straight into the distance.

Strange path twists and turns, birds can be seen everywhere, clouds on the head, you can feel her elegant. The deep jungle, bright green everywhere, stepping on the stone step by step, carefully, afraid to disturb the mountain god monster. Frustrated, laughter floated in the clouds, suddenly, the valley responded, love songs melodious, quiet nature, this sound can be compared to the sounds of nature.

Shuttle through the forest, can not see the other side of the mountain, the secluded grass in the stone cracks can be seen everywhere, the wind blowing, they are tenaciously swaying their bodies. What a sunny day! Finally, I can look at the scenery outside the mountain, although there is no pedestrian figure, but the fragrant grass is beautiful and the field of vision is incomparable. Leaves and leaves talk, the sun and the sun kiss, twists and turns, blooming flowers, have to stop, sit still for a while, look at the foot, look into the distance, the foot is full of vitality of the land, support me to raise my land. In the distance, there is a quiet village with houses, fertile farmland and staggered paths. The villagers come and go freely, and occasionally they can hear a few barking dogs and close their eyes. Everything is so fresh, just like returning to my hometown and my dear dream.

The sun sets in the west and the sun is on fire. The heart is tired, the land under the foot, the road under the foot, become blurred. No matter how beautiful the scenery and the reluctance to give up, you have to put it down gently and return gladly. It is an exciting thing to go down the mountain, walking along the sloping hillside with a dancing heart. Under the corner of the eye, the ground was covered with remnants of pine trees, gently stepping on it, creaking incessantly. Under the pull of the vine, be careful, keep your head down, step by step, difficult to shuttle forward, occasionally fall down, get up again, ecstatic.

I don't know how long I've been walking, I've forgotten the road under my feet, I can't tell the direction, and I seem to have lost my way. But the scenery is intoxicating, surrounded by wild flowers, orchid flowers, camellias. A few grass, there are sporadic dewdrops, crystal clear, very beautiful. Not far from the foot, the ivy around the branches, the vine is covered with heavy, crystal clear, floating fragrant grapes. Leaning against the vine, poetic rest, get one in the mouth, sweet and sour evenly, delicious commensurate, beautiful through the longing heart.

In the jungle, walking, there is no way. After groping for a few minutes, I can finally see a barren path in the mountains, which leads to nowhere. Walking along the path, all of a sudden, I was overjoyed to see the stone steps. On the way back, I came across an old man with silver hair and crutches, walking step by step, walking very slowly, but his footsteps could be heard. From time to time, I look at the road under my feet and the glowing peak in the distance.

Because the road under foot, walk steadily, quietly enjoy the scenery along the way, will eventually reach the peak, see a rainbow-like dream, swaying in the horizon, beautiful.

Author: Guo Hua